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Henry, Where Are You? 

A Play in One Act 



By 

BEULAH KING 

Author of ' The Rev. Peter Brice, Bachelor'' etc. 



NOTE 

The professional rights in this play are strictly reserved and 
application for the right to produce it should be made to the 
author in care of tlie publishers. Amateurs may produce it with- 
out payment of royalty on condition tliat the name of the author 
appears on all programmes and advertising issued in connection 
with such performances. 



BOSTON 

WALTER H. BAKER & CO. 
1920 



c^55a 



Henry, Where Are You? 



CHARACTERS 

Uncle Henry. 

Mrs. Maria Pratt, /ns sister. 

Frances Fenton, /its niece. 

Mary Moore, his 7iiece. 

Anne Mowbray, his niece. 

Mrs. LePage, widow. 

Maid. 




Copyright, 1919, by Walter H. Baker & Co. 



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Henry, Where Are You? 



SCENE. — The west veranda of Uncle Henry's country 
house, Grasmere. At r., steps leading to the lawn. At 
L., a door leading within the house. The furnishings 
are of wicker and cretonne with hunches of flowers in 
vases hung and set about. A large wicker settle at c. 
hack with cretonne cushions and pillows; at the left of 
it a high-hacked chair. Tahle, chairs, etc., complete 
the setting. 

{At the rise of the curtain the stage is empty. A sec- 
ond and Anne, a very pretty girl of twenty, enters 
hurriedly from l., walks half across the stage, stops, 
listens and runs down the steps at r. At the same 
time Aunt Maria's voice is heard from the house 
speaking to Uncle Henry.) 

Aunt Maria. There, there, what did I tell you ? Did 
you see? There, there, if I never breathe again— 
(Uncle Henry, a small, kind man of forty- five, and 
Aunt Maria, gaunt and sharp- faced, enter) I saw a 
woman 

Uncle Henry. Oh, Maria, don't— not a woman, I 
beg of you. 

Aunt Maria. Well, a figure, a figure in skirts— a 
ghost — a spirit, then. 

Uncle Henry. By, my dear Maria, I never 
thought . 

Aunt Maria. Of course you never did. Any one 
would know that by your actions. (She sits in the high- 

3 



4 HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU ? 

hacked chair and Uncle Henry continues to walk 
about nervously.) Henry, that woman is here and you 
are trying to deceive me. As your sister, I have a right 
to know, and I should think that out of kindness to me, 
who have put myself out — yes, put myself out con- 
siderably to come to you because I thought you were 
lonely 

Uncle Henry (deprecatingly). Don't, Maria, don't! 

Aunt Maria. Ah, you know too well it is the truth. 
Your own conscience tells you that you are wrong. 
(Pause during zvhich she glozvers at him.) Henry, have 
you or have you not married that widow ? 

Uncle Henry. I have not, Maria. 

Aunt Maria. My God! (In a sepulchral voice.) 
Henry, is she here at this house? 

Uncle Henry. Maria, you insult me with such a 
question. I refuse to answer you. 

Aunt Maria (tragically) . Henry, then who — who is 
that figure that wanders through this house, oftentimes 
just escaping us by a tree, a hedge, a corner? Henry, in 
the name of honor, tell me. (Pause.) Ah, you cannot! 
You know you cannot, for it is she — the Widow LePage ! 

Uncle Henry (suddenly getting possession of an 
idea). Maria, this is an old estate. This house, built in 
eighteen hundred, has its traditions. Can you, a Dudley, 
who have grown up among the associations of this place, 
forget that night in November, after the guests had gone, 
when on your way to your bedchamber, you 

Aunt Maria (unnerved in spite of her efforts to con- 
trol herself). Don't, Henry, don't ! 

Uncle Henry (realizing he has made a good begin- 
ning) . But you saw with your own eyes, Maria. You 
described every detail of the dress it wore. 

Aunt Maria. //. Oh, don't! (She shudders.) 

Uncle Henry. The startled look of the eyes— the 
paleness. Just where did you see it, Maria ? 

Aunt Maria (catching the spell he has woven). In 
the east corridor just beyond the first door, but her white 
ruffled dress trailed almost to the top stair. I had just 
reached the landing — oh, it was horrible 



HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU ? 5 

Uncle Henry. There, there, Maria, don't try to re- 
call it. 

Aunt Maria {whose eyes are staring straight ahead). 

when I heard a whisper as plain as I heard you 

speak just now. It said — and oh, the agony of it — 
" Henry, where are you ? Henry, where are you ? " 
{She shudders.) It was the ghost of poor Mary Dudley 
calling for her lost lover. 

Uncle Henry {with feeling). Poor Mary, she had a 
hard time of it. 

Aunt Maria. Yovi never saw anything out of the 
way — at — at any time, did you, Henry? 

Uncle Henry {a little ashamed of himself). Once 
when I sat on this piazza in the late afternoon — the clock 
had just struck seven, I had been reading — I happened to 
look up when I saw just where that chair is by the 
rail 

Aunt Maria {unable to control herself, rises hastily). 
Oh, don't ! I can't bear to hear it. 

{She goes off at l. ; Uncle Henry chuckles to himself 
as he takes a seat on the settle; a second and Anne 
Mowbray enters from r, and goes up to him.) 

Anne. Has she really gone at last ! 

Uncle Henry {who suddenly realises some one is be- 
side him, starts). Oh- — hulloa, my dear, you here! 

Anne. You have a perfectly horrible way of not no- 
ticing your niece, you naughty uncle. You're always 
thinking, thinking, thinking. Look at me ! {She turns 
his face tozvard her.) Now tell me {severely) , what are 
you thinking about ? 

Uncle Henry {somewhat embarrassed). No, no, my 
dear— that is, nothing, nothing at all. 

Anne {roguishly). Do you call the charming widow 
LePage nothing? There, you didn't know I knew how 
you felt about her, did you? But I'll never tell, you dear 
old thing, never. Aren't you my friend and protector, 
and besides, she's a dear! I love her myself. 

Uncle Henry. She is rather fine — that is — er — er 
rather splendid. 



6 HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU ? 

Anne (kissing him). Wonderful, you old dear, and I 
don't blame you a bit for falling in love with her. You've 
a perfect right to marry if you wish and Aunt Maria can 
go to grass. She married, and I've heard she just hazed 
the young man. (Smoothing Uncle Henry's hair, 
which is beginning to get sparse in spots.) How old are 
you, Uncle Henry? 

Uncle Henry (with a little sigh). Forty-five. 

Anne. Forty-five. Why, that's nothing. Aren't you 
still handsome? (She opens his mouth.) Haven't you 
all your teeth? (Examining his hair.) And your hair. 
Why, Uncle Henry, you've a regular football head of 
hair. I'd marry you myself if it weren't for John. 
(Pause, while she fondles Uncle Henry absently and 
gazes out over the lawn.) Dear John, I wonder what 
he's doing now — right at this minute. (With sudden en- 
thusiasm. ) Uncle Henry, what time is it ? 

Uncle Henry (taking out his watch). Just eight and 
one-half minutes past two. 

Anne. He's on his way to town. (Sweetly reminis- 
cent.) Let's see, he's about at the crossroads near the 
inn. (Shakes Uncle Henry affectionately.) And oh, 
Uncle Henry, he's coming to-night. 

Uncle Henry (rising and walking about). You have 
told him about your Aunt Maria, my dear? 

Anne. Of course, and he's going to wait for me under 
the sycamore tree. You see I had to tell him because he 
would think it was strange. 

Uncle Henry. Of course, of course, my dear, but 
even so he must think it a little strange, my dear, that — 
that you are staying in the same house as your Aunt 
Maria and that — that she doesn't know it. 

Anne. We-ell, I just told him what a bear she is, and 
that if she did know I was here he couldn't come — that's 
all. 

Uncle Henry. And that was enough, I suppose. 

Anne. And do you realize that if it hadn't been for 
you I never could have seen him at all? (Pause, during 
which she regards him earnestly.) Uncle Henry, why 
do you suppose mother doesn't like John ? 



HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU f 7 

Uncle Henry (earnestly). Ah, my dear, we cannot 
account for the likes and dishkes of our relatives. They 
are strange indeed. 

Anne. But John is such a dear. Were you awfully 
surprised the day you got my letter asking if I could 
come here? 

Uncle Henry (who at the time received the shock of 
his life). Why, no, my dear, not at all. 

Anne (persistently). Not even when I said why — not 
even when I wrote mother wouldn't have John at the 
house and that I just had to see him? 

Uncle Henry. No, my dear, I seemed to understand. 

Anne (her arms about him). Of course you did, and 
I'll do something for you some time. I just wish I had 
the chance right now. 

Uncle Henry (suddenly). You — you wouldn't — er — 
er 

Anne (eagerly). Yes? 

Uncle Henry. I — I was — going to say you wouldn't 
— er — er 

Anne. Invite the charming widow to tea? Of course 
I would — love to. (Uncle Henry beams.) But what 
about Aunt Maria? She doesn't even know I'm here 
and we mustn't tell — oh, never. 

Uncle Henry (still beaming). Aunt Maria is going 
to town, my dear, by appointment. She won't be home 
until eight. 

Anne (catching him about the waist and whirling him 
around). Couldn't be better — couldn't be better. The 
gods favor us, Uncle Henry. 

Uncl-e Henry (attempting to stop her). You don't 
think — you don't suppose — (she stops suddenly and puts 
both hands on his cheeks), that we could have tea here, 
do you ? The view of the pond and the sunset 

Anne. Of course we could. Just the thing. I'll fix 
the table all cosy. 

Uncle Henry (absently, a picture forming in his 
mind). Dear child, dear child, you are too good, 

Anne. Not a bit of it. Didn't you rescue me from 
an enraged parent and give me a home under your root 



HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU ? 



and a chance to see the dearest man in the world ? Didn't 
you? 

Uncle Henry. There, there, my dear, don't think of 
it. You (shyly) you have repaid me. 

Anne. Have I really — just the least little bit? 

Uncle Henry {getting bolder). Doubly paid me. 

Enter Maid. 

Maid. A young lady to see you, sir. 

Uncle Henry (unbelievably) . A young lady to see 



me 



Maid. She asked for you, sir. 

Uncle Henry. Er — er show her in — of course. 

Anne (in a whisper). Out, you goose. 

Uncle Henry. Yes, yes, of course, show her out. 

[Exit Maid. 
Anne. The widow ! (She giggles.) 
Uncle Henry (not a bit sure but what she is right). 
Oh, no, my dear 

Enter Mary Moore, a fluffy, dainty little blonde, very 
pretty. She rushes straight across to Uncle Henry, 
flings her arms about his neck and begins to sob un- 
controllably. 

Anne. Mary Moore, what is the matter? 

Uncle Henry (in a smothered voice). There, there, 
my dear, don't feel so. There, there, don't cry. What is 
it, my dear, what is it ? Tell your Uncle Henry. Come, 
do. (More sobs.) 

Anne. Cousin Mary, stop it. (Shakes her gently.) 
Stop it, I say, and tell us what you are making such a fu-^ii 
about. (Exasperated.) Uncle Henry, make her stop. 

Uncle Henry. There, there, my dear, do stop. 
Come, you will make yourself sick. 

Mary (with one mighty effort). I — c-c-c-an't! 

Uncle Henry. Yes, yes, my dear. You can if you 
try. There, there. 

(Pats her affectionately; more sobs.) 

Anne (getting hysterical in turn). Stop, Mary, you 
ridiculous thing. 



HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU ? 9 

Uncle Henry {fearing worse trouble). Yes, yes, she 
will; won't you, my dear? 

Anne (fairly screaming). She s terrible Oh, it 

you don't stop. 

(Anne begins to sob and falls on Uncle Henry's 

other shoulder.) 
Uncle Henry (freeing one arm to put about Anne). 
AVell weU, this is too bad. This is unfortunate. (Sobs 
aga-n. ) Come, come, please, my dears. 
Anne. WeU, Mary is s-s-so f-fooh-sh 
Mary (from Uncle Henry's shoulder) Im not 
You don't^know a-any-th-thing a-bout .t.. (More sobs.) 
Uncle Henry (a bright idea occurring). Husii .— 
your Aunt Maria ! 

(Both stand up straight and cease instantly.) 

Anne and Mary (simultaneously). Aunt Maria! 

Mary. Is Aunt Maria here? ,x ^7 u„. 

Uncle Henry (fearing another outburst). Yes, but 
you won't have to see her-no, no indeed, you won t. In 
fact, just at present she is ovit 

Anne She doesn't know I m here. 

Mary." Why, neither do I-did I, I mean. What are 

vou here for, Anne? 

Anne The same reason as you are, 1 suppose. 

Mary' (a bit nonplussed). Well, weU, of course you 
must think it strange-that is. Uncle Henry must think it 
strange for me to come in on him like this, but 

Uncle Henry (quite spent). No, no, my dear, not at 
all—not at all ; in fact quite nice, my dear. 

Anne (reproachfully). You did frighten him, Mary, 
and Uncle Henry has troubles of his own 

Mary (resentfully). Well, then, perhaps hell undei 

^' ANNE." Yours-pooh ! I don't believe they're half so 

^%lf(near to tears again). They are. Papa won't 

let me see John. 

Uncle Henry and Anne. What ! 



10 HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU? 

Mary. Papa won't let me see John, and I just can't 
live without seeing him. 

Uncle Henry. Won't let you see John? Why, I am 
surprised at your father, my dear, surprised. 

Mary {fluttering up to him). Oh, Uncle Henry, do 
you know John? 

Anne. He knows my John too. 

Mary. I knew you would understand, you dear, dear 
Uncle Henry! (Kisses him.) And so I came here to 
ask you if — if I might see him here — at your house. 

Uncle Henry. By all means, my dear. 

Mary (smothering him with her arms). Oh, how can 
I ever repay you? 

Anne (drawing Mary to one side). I'll tell you, 
Mary. (She winks at Uncle Henry.) You may not 
know it, biit Uncle Henry has an affair of his own. 

yiK^Y (round eyes). What! Uncle Henry! 

Anne. Yes, and beside it our own affairs are quite 
commonplace. He's in love with the widow LePage. 

Uncle Henry. There, there, my dear 

Anne (arcA/y). Well, aren't you ? 

Uncle Henry (at a loss). Well, of course, if I — 
if I 

Mary (going up to him). How romantic. Who is 
she? Tell me about her. 

Anne. Just a minute, Mary — not so fast. And I say 
Uncle Henry has a right to marry if he wants. 

Mary (with all the sympathy in the zvorld). Of 
course, poor dear! 

Anne. The worst of it is Aunt Maria has heard of the 
widow and she has come down here to break things up. 

Uncle Henry (glad of an idea). And still, and still 
she says I must be lonely here. 

Mary. Well, oo dear, if oo wants to marry the widow 
oo do it, that's all. We'll help oo, yes we will. 

Anne. We were planning a tea party for five. I 
think she would come. 

Mary (whose ozvn affairs have been straightened out 
well for her). Oh, do, do. Out on this delightful 
porch — a tea party. (Squeals with delight.) 



HENRY, WHERE ARE VOU ? II 

Uncle Henry. Do-do you think she would care to 

'°ANNE.'''caTt7rome, you ridiculous man ; of cou«e 
she'd care to come. Who wouldn't want to be MisUess 
of Grasmere and have my Uncle Henry for a husband i 
iCcS Henry. Theie, there, my dear, you Hatter me 
^NNE rU go ring her up. Come, Mary, you don t 
ev^. lo'ow whe're your room is yet, and I've got to hide 

Unc^e Henry). You're not angry, are you, because I 

TlNrTF Henry (captivated). Not a bit. 

Mary And you don't mind if I did cry a httle on 
your shoulder? 

TTnttf Henry. My dear! ,^ _ ^^ 

Mary And I can really entertain John all I want? 

Uncle Henry (putting an arm about her and waxmg 
ellql^lS) It woM be cruel to deny h.m the s.ght of 

''°Mary Thank you so much. (She draws away gently 
anJwMs toward An^^-) And I am sure I shall love 
the widow. 

(Anne and Mary go into the house. Uncle Henry 
^ paces the floor, thoughts of the coming tea party 
making him smile. Enter Maid.) 

Maid A young lady to see you, sir. . 

Uncle Henry (m just the tone he said it before). A 
young lady to see me ? 

Maid. She asked for you, sir. ^ 

Uncle Henry. Ah, yes, show her m-that is out, my 

d 

(Exit Maid; Uncle Henry braces himself as if for 
^ aJLIl Tf/ac^. Enter Frances Fenton, a tail. wiU 
lowy, stunning girl.) 

Frances (offering a hand and placing a hearty kiss on 
Uncle Henry^s cheek) . Do you know me ? 



12 HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU ? 

Uncle Henry {not daring to say no before the chal- 
lenge of her eyes). Why, why 3^ou must be — that is, you 
are 

Frances {taking pity on his apparent einbarrassment) . 
Of course I am. I knew you'd know me although you 
haven't seen me since that winter in Paris. 

Uncle Henry {obliged to carry on). Of course — so 
it is that winter in Paris. 

Frances {catching his hands). Didn't we have the 
lovehest times together? Will you ever forget them? I 
won't. Just this morning I was thinking of that night at 
the opera — 

Uncle Henry. Yes, yes, of course, at the opera ; but 
who 

Frances {gaining enthusiasm as she talks). And that 
night before we came away, father and I. I was so sad 
and you told me, do you remember, that I was like a 
drooping lily. 

Uncle Henry. Yes, yes, like a drooping lily. 

Frances {laughing gayly). And papa said, "Well, 
Henry, if you weren't her uncle, I might think " 

Uncle Henry {light dawning upon hiui). Oh, you 
are Frances — my dear niece. Of course, of com-se. 

Frances. Well, now, I've caught you. You've taken 
so many women to the opera in Paris that you couldn't 

recall just which one Oh, yes, I see it all. 

{Roguishly.) I wouldn't have thought it of you, though. 
But there, I suppose you are wondering why I came in 
on you so suddenly, you poor dear. {She pulls him on to 
the settle beside her.) You see, you and I are such good 
friends — that is, we always were such good friend^, that 
somehow I thought if I came to you with my troubles 
you would help me. You see, it's this way. Fm in love. 

Uncle Henrys Why, yes, of course, my dear. I un- 
derstand perfectly, perfectly. 

Frances. And he's the cleverest and best man in the 
world, but because he's poor — you see, he's a doctor and 
just building up his practice — mother says it's ridiculous 
and all that. {Earnestly.) It isn't ridiculous, is it, 
Uncle Henry? 



HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU ? ^3 

Uncle Henry. No, my dear, not at all. In fact, not 
^ Frances. And you can't help it if you love somebody, 
'T^ri HENRY imore vehemently). I should say no; 
"^FjANcir Not if all your people are against you. 

' '^-::^1S^Z^S:;ed ,y so ,nany JoHns). 

J°f"kLces. Yes, Dr. John Atherton. Isn't that a fine 
name' And I know you'll hke hun. 

riNCLE Henry When is he coming, my deai ? 

EcE^ Well, he's going to run down by motor to- 

-Sls?;-i:srjrs,rtS^^^^^^^^^^^ 

^r.c^.rSEl:" Tht: dear, we'll fix things all right. 
In fact your cousins have everythmg arranged. 

^^^cirHEN^^r^Yetlear, your cousins are here too 

-ScE^s'iTally! How strange- What are they 

^'uJcEE HENRY (chuckling). Well, they came-why, 
the?came?o'r the sLe reason yot. *d, ^^f -^ -^">'- 
Frances (giving herself away). To^«« J°^^; 
TTncle Henry Um-um, so they said, my deai 
FRANCEr But, Uncle Henry, they don't know John^., 
Uncle Henry. Don't they niy deai ? But they saiQ 
thev did They spoke of a John-yes, Im sure tliey 
poL dfstinctly'of a John. That was the name. 
Frances. But I don't understand. 



14 HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU ? 

Uncle Henry {now quite bewildered). Run up and 
speak to them, my dear. They'll explain. Third floor — 
last suite. {Leads her to the door.) Here — here's 
Susan. She'll show you. {Exit Frances; Uncle 
Henry stands by the door mopping his brow. Presently 
the picture he has in mind of the tea party returns to his 
vision and he smiles at the table, mentally placing each 
guest. In his enthusiasm he moves the chairs around 
and while in the act Aunt Maria enters from l. Uncle 
Henry, aghast. ) Maria ! 

Maria. Well, you are nervous. Really, Henry, I 
don't know what has come over you. You act strange. 

Uncle Henry. But, Maria, you told me yoti had left. 

Maria. Told you I had left ? Henry ! 

Uncle Henry. I mean — that is, I meant that you 
were going. {In desperation.) Aren't you — aren't you 
going, Maria? 

Maria. One can be delayed, can't one? 

Uncle Henry {zvith relief). Of course, of course. 

Maria. And what are you doing with those chairs? 
It looks as if you were having a nice little game of Going 
to Jerusalem. Henry, living alone in this great house has 
made you strange. I intend to see to it that such a life as 
you have led this last year does not continue. 

Uncle Henry. So do I, Maria, so do L 

Maria. I shall close up Cedarwood and come here. 
It is my duty. 

Uncle Henry. You would never be happy, Maria, 
never. The — the house is strange. You are not used to 
it. You are nervous, far too nervous, Maria. In fact 
the — the house is haunted. 

Maria. You tell me it is haunted, but how do I know ? 

Uncle Henry. You saw, Maria, you saw on the night 
of November 

Maria. Henry, I implore you. 

Uncle Henry. And the time I sat on this very piazza, 
Maria, and at the stroke of seven 

Maria. Henry ! 

Uncle Henry. And the tones of the voice, the agony 
of it. " Henry," it cried, " where are you ? " Tell me, 



HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU? 15 

Maria, have you heard nothing, seen nothing strange 

^'"MArcXLTwW.). I -fu- to tell, Henry . 
I refuse absolutely. {Rising suddenly.) Good-bye. 1 

'""t^tr^'^T' sepulchral tones). Seven-Maria 

^l^AMA (trying not to notice). Seven or a little after. 
Uncle Hl'nrI Better make it a little after, Maria. 
Good-bye. 

(Exit Aunt Maria. Uncle Henry goes on arrang- 

Una the chairs, smiling as before. Presently the 

Three nieces enter dressed in dmnty mushns 

■FrTnces and Mary have made themselves at home 

and are very good friends indeed.) 

Anne. Uncle Henry. 

Mary. Has she gone? (Th^v rush 

Frances Oh, we almost ran into her. (1 hey rusn 
upandUss him all at once.) How did you ever manage 
Vipr^ You're a wonder! .,, 114. 

A^^Tisitting on settle). But what will we do about 
to-night? She'll be back early. 

Uncle Henry. Not before seven, my dears, not be- 

%ll7''icurling up in the high-backed chair). Why 

'^Uncle Henry. A mystic hour, a mystic hour for 

""TnTipulling UNCLE Henry do^n beside her) Y^ 
ridiculous old thing, what have you been doing with the 

""^Uncle Henry (with some anxiety). Is she coming? 
All. She's coming. 

{A smile spreads over Uncle Henry's face.) 

Mary (shaking a finger at him) And if you don't 
go up-stairs pretty soon and get fixed up, shell think 
you're a terrible old pig! 



l6 HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU ? 

Uncle Henry {who is immaculate in spite of his 
recent rimiplings) . What time is she coming? 

Anne {severely). Promptly at five, and it's four, 
after four, now. 

Uncle Henry {rising). After four? 

Anne {rising). Now put on your white flannels. 
You do look too sweet in them. 

Mary {zvith feeling). Oh, of course, your white 
flannels. 

Anne {her fingers running through his hair). And 
comb your hair a little to one side and then the place 
where it is thin will be covered. 

Mary {rising and going over to him). Uncle Henry, 
have you a dark figured tie? I just adore them. 

Anne. Of course he has. He's a regular dandy. 
He has every kind of a tie, I'll have you know. 

Frances {joining the group so that now Uncle Henry 
is completely surrounded). And don't forget your white 
shoes. 

Anne. Yes, those that you wore the day I came, with 
the plain tips. 

Mary. ■ Oh, I just adore that kind. 

Anne {pulling him from the group toward the door). 
Come, if you intend to make all these preparations, sir, 
you'd better be about it. Scoot ! 

{She pushes him off at l. and returns to the girls.) 

Mary. Isn't he a dear? I just adore him. Why do 
you suppose he never married ? 

Anne. Never met the right one until this summer. 

Frances. What do you mean ? Has Uncle Henry 

Anne. Yes, he has. He's in love with this very 
charming widow who's coming to tea. I'm sure of it, 
and we ought to do all we can to help him wnn her. 

Frances. Why, of course! 

Mary {vehemently). Why, most certainly. Isn't he 
helping us? 

Frances. If only Aunt Maria would go home. 

Anne. Well, she won't of her own accord anyway. 
We must find a way to get her home. 



HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU? 17 

Mary (earnestly). But how? 

Anne (sparkling). I've a plan. (5/i^ /'w//^ ^/^^w 
down on the settle beside her.) Aunt Maria thniks the 
house is haunted. One night she saw 

Mary. Oh— don't! 

Frances. Hush! Put your feehngs aside. We ve 
got to get rid of Aunt Maria, haven't we? 

Mary (meekly but fearfully). Yes. 

Anne It happened two or three years ago but she 
never forgot it, and the other day she caught a ghmpse 
of me down by the pond and of course not knowing i 
was here she thought naturally tvt • i 

Mary (zvith deep feeling). Oh, poor Aunt Maria! 

Anne (severely). Hush! She thought I was a 
ghost — the ghost. 

Frances. But who is //i^ ghost? 

Mary Probably great-aunt Mary, who was kept a 
prisoner here by her horrid old father. Her lover's name 
was Henry, and she goes around saying with a nioan, 
" Henry, where are you? Oh— Henry— where — — 

Anne. Well, no matter who she thinks it is, well 
frighten her. . 

Mary. Suppose, just suppose she should take it into 
her head to return early while the tea was at its height. 

(Anne and Frances laugh.) 

Frances. You ridiculous child, tea is never at its 
height. It's just a mild beverage and a safe means of 
entertainment. 

Enter Maid. 

Maid. Mrs. LePage. 

Anne (dramatically). Show her out. 

(Exit Maid; hysterical giggles from Mary.) 

Frances. I wonder what she's like. 

Anne. Well, you won't have to wonder long, my 

dear 

Mary (softly). I hope she loves Uncle Henry. It 
would be so dreadful if 



l8 HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU ? 

Frances. Hush! 

{A second of expectancy, a flutter, and Mrs. LePage, 
a sweet, affectionate woman of about thirty-five, 
enters. ) 

Anne. My dear Mrs. LePage, how sweet of you to 
come. 

Mrs. LePage. Not at all, my dear, but how sweet of 
you to ask me. 

Anne. My cousins, Mary Moore and Frances Fenton. 

{Business of introduction.) 

Mrs. LePage. What! More cousins. {All laugh.) 
How popular you must be with your uncle. 

{Business of finding chairs; Frances pidls the chairs 
around facing the settle, Mrs. LePage having been 
ensconced there among the pillows, and the three 
cousins sit before her prepared to worship.) 

Anne. The other way around. He's popular with us. 
Ever since we were little tots he's been a kind of magician 
sending us the things we wanted most. 

Mary. And when he came to visit us — oh my, such 
times ! Do you know he's the best person in the world 
to go to a circus with. Do you like circuses? 

Mrs. LePage. Indeed I do. 

Mary. Well, you'd just love to go with Uncle Henry. 
He can't do enough. Why, when I was scarcely four he 
took me to a circus in London and we didn't get home 
until dark and mother was nearly wild. 

Frances. And the opera. Why, when I was in Paris 
we went to see everything there was to see. - I never spent 
such a glorious winter in my life. He couldn't do 
enough. Do you like opera? 

Mrs. LePage. I love it. 

Frances. Then you'd love to go with Uncle Henry. 
He always knows the best and all about the singers. 
He's so interesting. 

Anne {with enthusiasm). Oh, Uncle Henry's a 



HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU? I9 

dear — a perfect dear. {Enter Uncle Henry, resplendent 
and beaming,) Aren't you, Uncle Henry? 

Uncle Henry {absently using the words that are most 
frequent with him). Why, yes, of course, my dear, of 
course. 

{Every one laughs; business of greeting; Uncle 
Henry sits in the high-backed chair.) 

Mrs. LePage {with content). Isn't this delightful! 
Uncle Henry. You think so, really ? I'm so glad. 

{Girls exchange glances. It has become the mission 
of their lives to make Uncle Henry happy.) 

Frances. We think this porch is the best. The 
view 

Uncle Henry {rising and addressing Mrs. LePage). 
You can't see the pond from where you are sitting. 

Mrs. LePage {rising and going toward Uncle 
Henry). Pond? Is there a pond? 

Mary {affectionately to Mrs. LePage). Do you adore 
ponds? So do I. 

(Uncle Henry leads her to the rail at the hack and 
the girls group themselves near the front.) 

Mrs. LePage. Ah, now I see! What a delightful 
spot ! {With a sigh.) Oh, after Moorlands this is para- 
dise. 

Uncle Henry {radiant). You think so? I am so 
g]pd! 

Mrs. LePage. It is ideal, perfect. What more can I 
say? 

Uncle Henry {with a sigh). I am so glad ! 

Mrs. LePage {archly). I wish I had such a spot in 
which to entertain you at Moorlands. 

(Anne goes out for the tea; Mary and Frances ar- 
range things.) 

Uncle Henry. Don't speak of it. You — you, madam, 
quite suffice for any lack of beauty in scenery or 



20 HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU? 

Mrs. LePage. Oh, Mr. Dudley, you are too kind 

Uncle Henry {earnestly) . Don't call me Mr. Dud- 
ley. Dear lady, I — I — I had hoped it was to be Henry- 
after — after 



Mrs. LePage {suddenly demure). Oh — but I 



Uncle Henry {catching her hand). Don't you love 
me ? A — a little ? I — I love you so much 

Mrs. LePage {fearing the girls may overhear). I — I 
can't say now — wait. {She draws her hand away gently.) 
The girls — your nieces What will they think 

Uncle Henry {fidly aware by this time of the sym- 
pathy of his nieces). But you will call me Henry ? You 
will do that, won't you? 

Enter Anne and Maid with tea things. 

Mrs. LePage. I — I — {turns to the girls in relief al- 
though it is apparent she loves him) I suppose Gras- 
mere has a wonderful attraction for you. 

Frances {joining her). Most certainly. I expect to 
spend some of my happiest days here. 

{Business of serving tea begins.) 

Mary. Isn't it just adorable here? And then there's 
nobody like Uncle Henry. 

Frances. She says that as if she were •the only one 
that thought so. 

Mrs. LePage {with a twinkle). Oh, but she isn't, my 
dear, she isn't. {All laugh.) 

Anne. I should say not. Wasn't I the first one to 
discover him ? Wasn't I [Exit Maid. 

Mary {to Mrs. LePage). I'll tell you something if 
you won't tell. He's the best man in the world, and it's 
about time somebody found it out besides his relatives. 
(Uncle Henry moves nervously.) And he's going to let 
us entertain our beaux to-night. 

Uncle Henry {suddenly reminded of Aunt Maria, 
whom he has completely forgotten). Provided, my dear, 
provided 

T'Iary {misinterpreting his thought). Provided, of 
course, we help him. {Awkward pause.) 



HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU? 21 

Mrs. LePage (tactfully). Isn't your sister here, Mr. 
Dudley? 

Uncle Henry. Why, yes, that is, I beheve so — that 
is, she was called away unexpectedly. 

Mrs. LePage. Pm so sorry. 

Anne. Aunt Maria has an appointment in town. 

Mary (with her usual tact). Aunt Maria is terribly 
stern. I don't believe you'd like her. 

Uncle Henry {nervously). Yes, yes, Maria has a 
will of her own. 

Mary {hound to out with the truth). She doesn't 
know we're here ! 

Mrs. LePage {wondering what she has gotten into). 
Your Aunt Maria doesn't know you are here? But 
how 

Frances. Oh, it's awful to be dodging some one all 
the time. 

Mrs. LePage. But doesn't she suspect? I don't un- 
derstand. 

(Mrs. LePage gets more and more puzzled as the con- 
versation goes on until in the end she is quite be- 
wildered. ) 

Anne. One day she caught a glimpse of me and she 
thought I was a ghost. 

Mrs. LePage. Poor soul! 

Anne. She saw a ghost here once, you know, three 
years ago, and she thinks the house is haunted. 

Enter Maid. 

Maid. A gentleman to see you, Mr. Dudley. 

Mary. Now, Uncle Henry 

Frances {catching his sleeve). You can't go. 

Anne. Tell the man you have 

Uncle Henry {rising with an effort). But — but I 

had an appointment {Looking at Mrs. LePage.) 

It won't take long. I shall be back presently. (Backing 
toward the door.) You can spare me for a moment. 

Mrs. LePage. But no longer. 



22 HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU ? 

(Uncle Henry, beaming, follows the Maid out.) 

Anne. His tea will get cold. 

Mrs. LePage. Oh, we'll make him some new gladly, 
at least I will 

Mary {anxious to hasten the affair). Of course, and 
he'll probably like it all the better. 

Mrs. LePage (unable to get Aunt Maria and the 
strange circumstances out of her mind). But couldn't — 
couldn't your Aunt Maria be won over by kindness ? 

Frances. Kindness ! Aunt Maria ! 

{The girls laugh heartily; voices from the house.) 

Aunt Maria {speaking to the Maid). Has Mr. Dud- 
ley company? 

Anne. Hush ! It's she. It's Aunt Maria ! 

Mary {beginning to cry). Aunt Maria, oh, what shall 
we do? What shall we do? What shall we do? 

Anne. Hush! {She rises hastily; to Mrs. LePage.) 
Get behind the high-backed chair. 

Mrs. LePage {rising in bewilderment). Behind the 
big chair? 

Anne {in desperation, dragging her toward it). You 
m.ust ! 

Mary {running about hysterically). Oh, you don't 
know Aunt Maria. You don't know Aunt Maria. You 
don't know Aunt Maria. You don't 

Frances {running after her and shaking her). Hush ! 

Mrs. LePage {being unwillingly pushed behind the 
chair). But — but I don't understand. 

Anne {pushing her dozvn so that she is completely hid- 
den). But you don't have to. Just stay there until you 
are called out. You must. 

Mrs. LePage {with one final groan of misapprehen- 
sion, doubt and fear) . Oh — oh, Henry, where are you ? 

(Aunt Maria's voice without.) 

Aunt Maria. It's strange, all very strange ! 
Anne. Quick ! 

{She grabs Mary and literally pulls her down the steps. 



HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU? 23 

Frances, suddenly aware of the significance of fvve 
teacups, rushes to the table in afi attempt to grab 
what she can of them before her escape. She reaches 
the top of the step, having managed to get three of 
them, when Aunt Maria enters, followed by the 
Maid.) 

Aunt Maria {much flurried). There, did you see? 
Did you see, I say? 

Maid {terrified). No, madam, nothing 

Aunt Maria. Yoti did not see a woman in white 
descend those steps 

Maid. No, madam. 

Aunt Maria. But, Susan How can {She 

flops into the high-backed chair, half convinced the house 
is haunted.) Susan! 

Maid. Yes, madam. 

Aunt Maria. How " long have you been in service 
here ? 

Maid. One year and two months, madam, come 
Thursday 

Aunt Maria. And during that time you have never 
seen anything — anything strange? 

Maid. No, madam, aUhough I've heard the house was 
haunted. 

Aunt Maria. Heard so ? And who told you ? 

Maid. One night Annie, the cook, saw a figger on this 
very porch 

Aunt Maria {her old nervousness returning) . Did — 
did it say anything — Susan ? 

Maid. Yes, madam. 

Aunt Maria {fearf idly, yet bound to know the zvorst). 
And what did it say, Susan ? 

MAiD.(m an awfid whisper). It said, madam, it said, 
"Henry, where are you?" (Aunt Maria, unable to 
control herself, screams.) I beg your pardon, madam. 

Aunt Maria {rising and walking up and down). 
Susan, has any one else seen it? 

Maid {whose imagination grows zvhen she has an eager 
listener). Yes, madam, Nora saw it just one week later. 

Aunt Maria. And did — did it say anything then ? 



24 HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU? 

Maid. The very words, madam, the very words. 

Aunt Maria (who in her walkmg has come suddenly 
upon the tea table). Susan! (Aghast.) 

Maid. Yes, madam. 

Aunt Maria. There — has — been — a — tea — party ! 

Maid (terrified). Madam? 

Aunt Maria. A — tea — party — for two. (She starts 
to touch the things and recoils from them; Susan cannot 
restrain from a giggle.) There, there, child, of course 
you're upset. This is enough to upset any one. The 
strain is awful, awful, but don't get hysterical, I beg of 
you. I can't stand hysteria. Susan, I am going to ask 
you something which I hope you will have discretion 
never to repeat. 

Maid. Yes, madam. 

Aunt Maria. Did — did you ever think that — that Mr. 
Dudley was a little strange 

Maid. Strange, madam? 

Aunt Maria. Yes, a little unbalanced, a little queer — 

that is, well, for instance, this tea party and all Of 

course I mean no harm, but you know it does look 
strange, and, of course, I'm not accusing him — not for a 
minute, you understand — but — but does he often order 
tea for two? 

Maid (bewildered). Yes, madam. 

Aunt Maria. Of course you understand his living 
alone and all. It affects some people. (She looks at the 
cups, all the while horror on her face.) The second cup 
has been used too, Susan. 

Maid (desperate). Perhaps the spirit, madam. 
(Aunt Maria shudders in spite of herself.) Nora says 
as' how they eat victuals in Galway ; the spirits and the 
peasants put out a morsel for 'em. 

Aunt Maria. Susan. 

Maid. I beg your pardon, madam. 

Aunt Maria. Have — have you ever — after bringing 
in the tea, watched to see whether 

Maid. Ah, no, madam, not me. I'm that nerv- 
ous (The door-hell rings.) If I may go, madam? 

[Exit Maid. 



HENRY, WHERE ARE YOU ? 2% 

(Aunt Maria, left alone, sits perfectly still and re- 
gards the two empty cups in horror. The clock from 
the front hall strikes seven slowly. Aunt Maria 
» waits as if spellbound. The Widow LePage, 
cramped, hurt, and unable to understand, thinking 
every one has gone, cries out in agony.) 

Mrs. LePage. Henry, Henry, where are you? (Aunt 
Maria rises and stands frozen with horror; Uncle 
Henry enters from the house, hears Mrs. LePage and 
can only realize that she has called him Henry. He does 
not see Aunt Maria.) Henry, where are you? (Aunt 
Maria, unable to control herself longer, screams and 
rushes past Uncle Henry into the house calling, 
"Susan!" Simidtaneously the widow frees herself and 
runs to Uncle Henry, zvho is only too glad to take her in 
his arms.) Oh, Henry, I'm hurt. {He soothes her.) 

Uncle Henry (blissfully happy). There — there — 
there — there ! What have they done to you ? 

Mrs. LePage. It must be that — that creature. 

Uncle Henry. What creature? 

Mrs. LePage. That— that Aunt Maria. 

(Aunt Maria's voice is heard speaking without.) 

Aunt Maria. Yes, tell her to pack my bags at once. 
The house is haunted. (With rising inflections.) Its 
master is haunted. At once, I say. 

Uncle Henry (chuckling). Can't you see? (Mrs. 
LePage shakes her head.) Why, it's simple enough. If 
you hadn't called me Henry, it wouldn't have happened. 

(Mrs. LePage is still uncomprehending, but submits to 
him entirely.) 



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